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hustle gang - ya digg (ft. shad, travi$ scott, spodee, & t.i.) lyrics

[produced by tommy brown]

[intro: t.i.]
leggo

[hook: shad da god & t.i]
yeah, you know i’m ridin’ with that 6 (hol’ up!)
come through in that benz playin’ big (i say hol’ up!)
and we blow that gas, you can smell her (turn it)
ain’t sh-t chu could motherf-ckin’ tell us (turn it)
man i heard a fake one talkin’ sl1ck bout the kid (hol’ up!)
tell the hoe we playin’ with the paper like a kid
bankroll they neck, that’s the sh-t they just throat
hit the green lights, everybody on go (and you know it man)
yeah, that’s the motherf-ckin’ kid, b-tch
you know i got my city, b-tch
i say, you could get your wig split

[verse 1: travi$ scott]
go on and let me dim the white light, burn the white candles
get a white girl out her white dress, down to white sandals (ya dig?)
the only stars in astrology that’s making profits
prophets on a rocket, like my city, we don’t need the comet
and all that blasé, blasé, all that nonce, nonce
my girl look like a nicki rihanna minaj grande yonce
that ego on a pedistal, you need better dude
i told her that apc not abc, public school not 1, 2, 3
still pushing packs, pushing packs on some mule sh-t
i’m over night your limbs relax on some cool sh-t
when the sun go down we jump around, we off the sh-ts
don’t underdig the kids, ya digg?
leggo

- hustle gang lyrics

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